it gets tiring.
my bones are made of led
my lungs filled with water.
my heart pumps tar
my lips stapled shut.
but i still smile and
let the metal tear through my flesh
i still breathe and
let my veins rupture or splinter
i still sing and
let my throat cough up the seawater
i still walk though
my bones only let my feet step once every minute.
because the moon is still made of hope
and
i was promised a happy ending.
this must mean my once upon a time has already started.
